The same way
Bosch envisioned the garden of
The same way I find you
Always on your knees, how I
Imagine succumbing would taste
Sensory overload, rampant pleasure
A deep cacophony of sounds
One after another, unrelated yet
Fitting all the same
The same way Eve bit into
The apple, the same way I tauntingly
Hover over you as you
Beg for a taste
3AM Thoughts // AKA “You Are Art Personified.”
He asked how sculptors can
Make marble look so soft
But he was looking at me
When he asked it
3AM Thoughts // AKA “I Want To Chip Away All That Isn’t You.”
I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…
// Frida Kahlo
The Pope asked Michelangelo: Tell me the secret of your genius. How have you created the statue of David, the masterpiece of all masterpieces?
Michelangelo’s answer: It’s simple. I removed everything that is not David.
The Art of Thinking Clearly // Rolf Dobelli
Anything can be
Art if you just label it
And believe it so
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 37.”
Art can be as spiteful as love.
Art and love are potentially criminal — or else they don’t exist.
Everything that comes from the gods puts hell into the human heart.
// Paul Valéry
I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and I’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
// Frida Kahlo
It’s become as natural and right to be alone and silent that I don’t know how I can shift over to company.
// Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Leonard Bernstein
When we love, we always strive to become better than we are.
When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
The Alchemist // Paulo Coelho
With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.
To Kill a Mockingbird // Harper Lee